One evening when I was 18 years old, by older brother told me and my mother a story I will never forget. He explained that during the previous evening, when he was lying in bed trying to sleep, he opened his eyes, looked up, and saw a small ball of greenish-colored light above his bed. It had a sort of conical tail that gave it an overall shape similar to an ornament that goes on top of a Christmas tree. The strangeness of the phenomenon prompted my brother to get out of bed and turn on the light. To his amazement, the mysterious green light was still visible! Next, it moved out his open window, and flew away. The event, he said, frightened him enough to sleep with his head under his covers.

The story got even better when my mother added to it. She said that she had seen the same thing in the house on numerous occasions. A greenish light fitting the same description had a regular path that it would travel from the living room, down the hall, and into the den where we watched television. My mother explained that she and her husband would often see it traveling this path whenever they would sit in the living room to have a late evening chat. My mother added that sometimes she, and her husband, would also see it hovering in their bedroom, usually in the middle of the night when one of them would get up to go to the bathroom, for example.

Unlike my brother, who was only mildly alarmed, I was terrified. There was a ghost, or something, in our house! I was the only one living there who had not seen it. I didn’t want to see it! I slept with the light on for weeks.

Months later, I decided to rearrange my bedroom. I had a water bed, so I had to drain it, move it, and refill it. The water is always too cold the first night, so I slept in the den, where my mother had a parrot. The parrot had a tendency to squawk a lot, and it would hiss if you poked at it, but when its cage was covered, it was always silent--until that night. Here is what happened: I was laying on the couch trying to sleep. For some reason, an uneasy feeling came over me. The feeling worsened. I heard a creek, and a knocking. It sounded like the house settling, so I ignored it, but my uneasy feeling grew into silent fear. It was as if I was not alone. Then, to my horror, the bird began to hiss. The bird never hisses when it is covered! I was instantly terrified.

I opened my eyes to get up and leave the room as quickly as possible. That’s when I saw it, but it was no longer the shape of a Christmas tree ornament. It was the shape of an eye. It stayed long enough for me to see it with unmistakable clarity, then it zipped away though the ceiling. I ran into the hall intending to wake my mother, but I stopped when I remembered she had to work the next morning. What good would it do to wake her? I went back to the den. I turned on the light, and the television. I left them on all night. Once again, I slept with the light on for weeks, only this time I had my Bible next to me.

Months later, after I got the courage to turn the lights out, I had another encounter. This time I was laying in bed sound asleep. Suddenly I awoke. My awakening was strange, indeed. It was unprecedented. I went from a deep sleep, to wide awake, instantly. Why? The answer must be in what I saw. Bear with me. This is the strangest encounter of all.

I looked up. There were two lights, identically shaped. One was on the wall, and one was on the ceiling. They were both rectangular. The dimensions of each were approximately two inches wide, by two feet long. My initial reaction was to think they were caused by something shining from outside my window, but they were strangely greenish. They were the same color as the eye-shaped light I had seen previously. I stared at them intently. Then, they began to move in unison, until they were aligned with one another. I stayed in bed several moments waiting for them to leave. I was still thinking they could be coming from an outside source. Perhaps they were coming from the headlights of a car driving down the road. However, they didn’t leave. Finally, I slowly crawled out of bed as I continued to observe them. I remembered that my brother said he could see whatever it was he saw with the light on, so I slowly backed myself up to the light switch, and switched it on. I couldn’t see either of them with the light on, so I immediately switched the light back off. They were gone!

It was about four a.m., so again, awakening my mother was not an option. Anyway, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. As I drank my juice, I continued to ponder the possibility that the phenomenon could be explained by something shining from outside, so I went back to my room to look out my window. To my horror, I was immediately reminded that I had recently covered my only widow with tin foil. My room was light-tight. There was no way the light could have come from outside my room. Furthermore, the only light source in my room was my digital alarm clock with red numbers. Very spooky indeed.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, this was only the beginning of the story. It is now over twenty years later, and I am certain that whatever I saw is still with me, though I have moved several times. The rest of the story involves a very personal spiritual journey that has often been extremely painful. To this day I am not sure what I have gone through. Am I haunted? Am I blessed? Is it good or evil? The answer to these questions eludes me when I consider the ups and downs of my life. I am willing to attempt to discuss this with anyone who might be interested, but for now, I will end my admittedly lengthy post.

nickeknew

Balls of light supposedly represent angels so your not haunted, you are blessed!

Xandufar

I'm not that easily convinced. I never saw it as a ball of light. I saw it as the shape of an eye, and as two separate rectangles. I'm tempted to add more of the story, but I'm wondering what anyone thinks of what I have written thus far. In the past, my best theory was that it is a poltergeist, but it does not quite fit what I have read about supposed poltergeist activity.

plonak

If you are feeling uneasy about the lights, then i think no good can come of it..

I must say you are a very good story teller, you have me very intriged!!

I suggest you use Jesus Christs name and tell whatever it is to go away.. say "In the name of Jesus Christ leave me" Jesus can do anything

Xandufar

I wouldn't know how to respond to that. Since my story unfolded, I have read the entire Bible, studied Christianity and Christian theology, and have always struggled to be a Christian soul in the best way I know how. The question remains: What are these phenomena?

plonak

i think the more your try to delve into it the more it's going to follow you.. stop trying to figure it out and just get them out of your life!

cottoncandy

Wow you had me enthralled right to the end. I must admit I have seen some strange things in my life, I used to work the graveyard shift at a large spooky old hospital, and more than once have had encounters with ???? in patients rooms of people who later died. Where they angels or devils? I have no idea and don't really want to know. I would prefer to not see them at all. Call on the Lord or Jesus to preserve you, you don't need to talk to or deal with any minor functionary who could be a guardian angel but just as easily could be a demon trying to mislead you like Satan did to Eve, you know? I know I prayed to God in that way and wasn't bothered again after I did. Maybe speak to a priest about exorcism if it doesn't!

lmangileri

I have chills after reading this post. I agree with cottoncandy though

Xandufar

I really wish I could say, "Now, I understand," but I don't.

Xandufar

I'm struggling with the fact that I have finally spoken out about my experiences, even though I am anonymous on the internet. I was hoping someone would have some insight by now. Anyway, I am wondering about your experiences. It seems they might even be trippier than mine. What did you see?